We don't have a dream, it's what you wanted Scrape until the scream, this place is haunted Close the lips and kiss, divine submission Nothing but a hiss, we've got ignition Pretty when your mouth is shut Bend and brace yourself for every cut Here's a whore who can sing And folks are frantic To touch as much as a piece of her string How romantic Please I'll be gentle It's just a rental Your voice is void Squeeze 'til your bones break Screened 'til it's too late now Caskets come to court their corpse companions Deceased, but we still report for our abandon Sing so I save a shred of life or life-like thought We're not living dead, at least not quite yet